Stefan narrowed his eyes, only in thought as he watched Beth. Did he find it hard to be around people? All the time. Living in the apartments was challenging for Stefan. Heartbeats. Blood. It was like a sense overkill, but Stefan was slowly getting used to it. To the point where he wasn’t noticing it, so that was something. Sometimes he just put up with it, because honestly, what else could he do?
“All the time.” He said honestly.
“I … have a drinking problem – I guess you could say. Human blood – it’s addicting to me. I need more of it. I try to hide it, try to pretend I’m alright. But I’m not. And then I start doing things that I’ll regret. And keep doing them up to the point where I don’t want to feel that pain, so I turn off my humanity.”